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My Necromancer Class

Jay was merely an abandoned butcher’s son, living in a small village on the outskirts of a magical world. When humans came of age, they would receive their class from a mana conduit, granting them magic powers, and begin their lives as adventurers. “Status,” Thought Jay, checking his class. [Necromancer Level 1] “...I’m a Necromancer?” His eyes widened in shock. Looking around in fear, he breathed a sigh of relief. No one heard him. This was a monster class, and one of the more powerful monsters at that; a powerful being which raised the dead to fight on its behalf. If anyone knew, they would hunt Jay down and kill on sight. He was not just a threat to the authority of the nobles, but to all living things. “But am I a monster now? Or human? I guess it doesn’t matter. They’ll kill me all the same.” Jay had only one option: to get stronger, building his necrotic powers up so that he may one day become untouchable. Through plotting, secrecy, and sometimes by sheer carnage, he can only attempt to survive in this hostile world. Join Jay as he struggles against all odds and misfortune, against a world that wants him dead, as he secretly rises and bends this world to his will.

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Slender Grasp

“Wait a second, ‘skeleton’ has been slain? Didn’t it say perennial creature before?”

Jay quickly re-summoned the skeleton, analysing it.

<[Skeleton Level 3 - Blue]>

[Type - Undead]

HP - 40/40

MP - 7/7

<[Skills]>

[Bone Eater]

[Scrimshaw Level 1] (Passive)

[Undeath] (Passive)

[Fear] (Weak) (Passive)

[Shade Vision] (Passive)

<[Description]>

[An abomination, its existence spits in the face of life and death - and they spit back. Flee if possible. Execute with extreme prejudice.]

“Hmm, no corundum bite since that came from the wolf skull, no corundum claws either. I guess the only difference is the name and five less health?”

“Oh wait, fear?”

Jay analysed the strange new skill.

<[Fear]>

[A gentle tapping in the back of one’s mind. A cold breath on the neck. A gazing shadow on the very edge of one’s vision. You can run, but not forever; You can kill it, but not forever.]